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@IceFyr1928: Lucy's version of cannibalism is infinitely more viable in combat. She also likes to throw dynamic punches around. I would think he'd have a hard time coming out on top with a fight—But perhaps you'd have more fun answering that question by actually having him meet her some time~

Human

Name: Emily

Nickname: Em (No one calls her Emily anymore.)

Age: 12

Sex: Female

Appearance

Spoiler:

Personality: Her personality is quite literally random and unpredictable. Originally affected just with hyperactivity and inattentiveness, Emily's fusion with her P̵͠͠͝҉ò͟k̢͡҉̛é͏́͘͢͠ḿ͘̕͡ò̢͜͠͏n̛҉ has influenced her personality to the point that it changes very easily, and with no apparent triggers. She can go from childish to sophisticated and back in a f̎̽͊͘lͬ̏͟a͛s̸̽̈́̿͐͒hͮ̊̂ͥ̽, become filled with rage, or just start crying for no reason whatsoever, among other things. Before the fusion, however, Emily mostly didn't have a care in the world — she was playful, helpful and even fairly generous. She didn't even know about much of anything that wasn't found in whatever was left of Veilstone City until she had the impulse to go to Mount Coronet. Now, though, while still loving to play games over pretty much anything, Emily's fueled mainly by a drive to feel "home", as she calls it.

History: Her mother having died shortly after childbirth, Emily's father took her three-year-old brother and spent a month away from her, leaving her with a childless relative in Veilstone City. He took most of that period to mourn, and get over an urge to kill his daughter. When he returned, he managed to raise both of his kids with the help of the relative, Emily's maternal aunt. She grew up almost blissfully in Veilstone, where her family was (and still is, to some twisted degree) trying to rebuild a community of sorts without the dependence on Pokémon.

Around the time Emily turned ten, her brother Matthis had had a Pokémon spirit for a year already. She wanted to be a bigger help to him, since he was able to use his Venusaur powers for growing food, and eventually followed Mount Coronet's pull. The problem with this isn't that Emily managed to acquire a Pokémon — or, at least, what she thought was a Pokémon — but that Matthis, persuaded by his Venusaur, shunned her. The only reason she was told was that she "n̺̝̱̗̥̕͟͡e̢̮̘͢v̥̘̘̣̗͍̗͕ȩ͏̢̼͙̹̻̣̠r҉̟̖͍̩ ̮̪s͓̗͖̭̹̪͔͍ͅh̩̹͚͇͠o͍͙u̩͎͘͟ͅļ͈͙̲̩̻̜̙͘͢d̴̶͕̤͓̞͝ ͇̮͉͙̗̜̺̣h̼͉͘á̴̷͖͙̜͎v͙̟͝͠e̢̤̜̝̭̼̠͓̗͡ ͔̫͞͡b͍̝̩͓̖e͇̠̠̻̥̲͉e̡͚n̶҉̨͎̜̘̞͕". Her brother didn't fully understand it himself, but his gut told him something was wrong.

Her Pokémon spirit, as you may be wondering, is a M̸̔́̇ͮͭ͗ͮ̇͛ͬ̑̾͜͟҉̛̫̼̰̘̜̼̯͉̗̹̺̠̘͖͖͔ì̹͎̪͈̫̱̞̼̰̠̃ͬ̅̂ͦͣ̐ͥ̇̔ͣ̓̕͜͞ͅs̵͓̺̰̬̺̰̻̮̼̯̫̈́ͯ͋ͥ̋͢ŝ̶͉̭̞̘͇͚̮̲͊̑̊̏̋̏ͩ̄̉ͭ̄̂͛͋̅̔̂ͅḭ̵̛͕̥͇̬̆̋̃̌̆̍͂̄̓̓̀̚͟͞n̷̺̜̘͕͓̗̏̓͒ͫͦ̽͂̋̑̽ͬ̃͂͛͊͒͠ͅgͨ̈́ͯͧͣ̃̈́̽̀҉̨͓̬͉̤̰̩̮͟͜N̄̅̌̀͂͛̏ͮ̃̄̔̊̃͝͏҉̫̠̘͙̤̟͙͈͇̬͎̫͍̲͙͖̭̲ô̵̷̵͍̻̥̘ͬ͐ͧ̈́̐͌͋̓ͬ͗̏̓̓ͪ͒̌̅.̛̥͕͈͕͖̈́̄̂͋ͧ̈́̃̅͠

Other: One thing is that her moves can come from pretty much anywhere, be it her mouth, hair, fingers or even the soles of her feet! She could punch someone with Hi Jump Kick and kick them with Solarbeam! Second, Copycat has a tendency to change what move it copies... whenever it feels like it. Teleport is one of Em's go-to choices when she willingly copies a move, but that infrequently malfunctions, and drops her pretty much anywhere. She's ended up in Unova and Kanto at least once each in the past three months. Attract is also glitched in its own ways, but it definitely works. Lastly, thanks to Ketsu, Emily no longer needs to eat to survive. If she does eat, it's for other reasons.

OH GOD KILL IT WITH FIRE—*clears throat* Ahem... But yeah. Missingno. Something created when Arceus left his kids alone for five minutes and they got into a fight. I was totally willing to let this in, but let it be known that if you attempt to play your own glitch character I will want to see that you can do it in an appropriate manner.

OH GOD KILL IT WITH FIRE—*clears throat* Ahem... But yeah. Missingno. Something created when Arceus left his kids alone for five minutes and they got into a fight. I was totally willing to let this in, but let it be known that if you attempt to play your own glitch character I will want to see that you can do it in an appropriate manner.

YES!! IT LIVES!! HOORAH!!

I'm seriously so happy now. So, can she, like, surf in trees and statues, and stuff?

Nickname: The Last of the Gentry, Duchess of the Icebound Heart, Boddhisattva of the Broken Cage, The Eternal Echo, Sage of Unknown Reaches, Widow's Walker, Daughter of the Silent Night, Pilgrim of the Endless Road, The Pure Sovereign

Age: 13

Sex : Female

Appearance: Cascades of golden hair fall over Olga's back and shoulders, almost reaching her ankles whenever she isn't moving, yet the title of most dominating feature goes to the enormous hat that sits atop her head; a singular item that characterizes her presence and shrouds her face only slightly in shadow with its soft crimson underbelly. She is never seen without it, though anybody attempting to watch her for too long will see the rim open ever so slightly, and a glare come from the lilac eye hidden in its folds.

For what it's worth for somebody of her age, Olga has a pretty visage characterized by large lilac eyes, a heat-shaped face, and a little button nose that can endear her to most people without much effort. Each expression is rather animated, thanks to her mutable facial features, which she takes advantage of often by not being a victim of her own emotions. Her limbs are skinny and slender, with movements reminiscent of a creature stalking in the night when she deigns to tread upon the earth.

While most seem to have gone to fairly degraded outfits thanks to the cataclysmic event, Olga has used her Pokespirit to create fancy clothes made out of magic, able to change them on a whim , which has proved very useful for espionage and melding in with other groups. Since attaining Shedinja, she also has a habit of adding chitin to her outfits to form accessories or shoes that click against the ground like a scuttle across tin rooftops. Suffice to say, when she has the choice, her attire will be as ostentatious as she likes, and characterized by an enormously stylized cape.Image of Olga.

Personality: Olga is a deceptively kind person, whose personality has been warped quite severely by the spirits that are bound to her. None of this is immediately apparent, however, as she switches between personalities for the sake of remaining hidden from those who would hunt her. In the end, the goal of her interactions with others is to engender trust and friendship between them; even if the next incarnation of her personality would want nothing to do with them. Such is the burden of somebody who aims to please everyone.

Some would call her a coward, for her machinations that are all aimed to avoid direct confrontation, but she calls herself a gambler with rigged die. Everything she does is bound to have a negative effect on some other person, because that's the world she lives in, but she won't needlessly humiliate or harm somebody because of a whim. If she didn't care, she wouldn't befriend every Pokespirit wielder she meets, and wouldn't plan to give them prominent seats in her future Empire. Were she to let Mismagius have her way, they wouldn't even get that.

Positive aspects of the teenager include the curiosity that stayed with her throughout childhood, with an eagerness to experience new things and the drive to act on these impulses. Her dreams of grandeur are borne of the same, in a series of strong feelings that need to be compensated for by "sacrificing" some of her others. There are no half-measures in the mind of Olga. She can either love somebody completely, or not at all. Another can trust her completely, or not at all. Somebody can fear her...or not exist at all.

History: Although Olga can't remember just where she was born, those memories filled with darkness and lurking in a mind not fully-formed, her earliest memories are of an enclosed field beneath the shadow of Mount Coronet. When she woke up, it would always be there, until she went to sleep and it still loomed over her, looking menacing yet comforting in the night sky. It was a constant that she grew used to, although her curiosity was stifled ever so slightly be the other children she grew with.

She would ask the older children to let her go to the mountain, but they'd deny her time and time again, because the field of dead flowers was their safe haven from the rest of the world. They got "food" by preying on the Undeground, laying traps for whoever would stumble by and dragging them to be cooked, then eaten. The deaths were merciful, but brutal, and without the social learning that would make her grow averse to such things, Olga partook in it for the benefits. If cannibalism kept her healthy, it was fair game.

The band of preying children was a family, for the most part, and they shared their knowledge freely with one another. They talked about what waited on the top of Mount Coronet, and Olga was always there to suggest heading up to it, but it was voted against for fear of traveling and becoming the prey themselves. They did utilize her curiosity for studying the surrounding area, and scavenging through the packs of their victims for potentially helpful knowledge. Most of it was useless, because nobody in the group cared for luxuries when there were traps to build and each other to defend, but young Olga hid some of it away regardless. Some of them were fun, or pretty, and helped her with the goal of one day heading to Mount Coronet herself.

Olga was the youngest, when her family fell; they attempted their usual tricks on a PokeSpirit wielder and each of them was killed for it, yet she was spared through the small piece of mercy remaining in the Wielder, as he obeyed Arceus' code and couldn't kill such a young child. Still, she was a cannibal and had been raised by the vicious group, so the wielder of Shedinja took her to the top of Mount Coronet and proffered her before the tablet so she might be able to find the guidance of a PokeSpirit, as Shedinja had done for him.

It did not go well. Mismagius was the PokeSpirit that chose Olga, and whisked her away from the mountaintop in the blink of an eye. Her name was unimportant, but she liked to be called Ambrosia, and spoke with the orphaned Olga extensively, as she sought to find food. She spoke of her ideal; a world where only PokeSpirits would exist, with no humans to shatter their hard-earned bonds or abuse their power for evil ends, as some Wielders did. The world she spoke of was glorious, and the images she planted in Olga's dreams made her yearn to see it.

Olga was Ambrosia's puppet, for a while, as she obeyed the orders of the Mismagius and lavished in the luxuries that magic could bring. Wonderful outfits, sustenance, all of these abilities to ensure that she couldn't die like her family had before, and all of it was for the cause of making a better world, in the end. It was fair game. With Ambrosia, there was always a second level to her schemes; the spreading of rumors between vagrants, to build fear for a name without having to fight. The second layer was the Shedinja-Wielder, who she knew from Olga's story had something of a white-knight complex, would try to find this demon of the night.

He did, and Ambrosia struck him down with ease, through her manipulative and wicked way of fighting. She claimed his Wonder Guard, but also the spirit of Shedinja, whose influence had unexpected side effects on her puppet. It brought balance to Olga's mind, that would otherwise have been manipulated through curiosity and determination, which forced a compromise between the two. Olga would have to build the perfect world for PokeSpirit Wielders, because Arceus wouldn't allow humans to exist if there wasn't something redeemable there; and most important of all, she was a human too...

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PokéspiritSpecies: Mismagius

Nickname: Ambrosia

Personality: Manipulative and fairly amoral, Ambrosia is a representative of the Fair Folk school of thought. She's dangerously intelligent, manipulative, and an excellent reader of emotions, who's only constrained by the need to stick to a host. Despite this, she has a big measure of attachment to the girl she's spent three years with; Olga being a particularly quirky, and thus amusing, human.

MovesDestiny Bond
Perish Song
Pain Split
Telekinesis
Attract
Mimic

Other: Ambrosia has the ability to utilize a series of hexes and curses, including the one active on all of Olga's titles. If anybody mentions one of them, she'll know who and where they are. In addition, she can create materials out of magic (Meaning they're not suitable to eat and only resemble the real thing), and feeds on the fear of her name. Nothing is quite as delicious as absorbing a soul, however. A final ability is that of reading objects; given an object, she can find out details about the previous owners for as long as they were in contact with it.

~

PokéspiritSpecies: Shedinja

Nickname: N/A

Personality: Calm and measured, Shedinja is the voice of serenity in Olga's mind. It doesn't impart judgement or bias, and is quiet most of the time, but gives nudges towards thinking things through whenever necessary. Its presence necessitates some measure of calm in Ambrosia, lest Olga get too suspicious.

Moves
Giga Drain
Spite
Endure
Protect
Flash
Harden

Other: Shedinja can create chitinous objects for Olga, whether it's something to let her move across water or to wear. Most often, it's used to hide when such becomes necessary.

~Species: Smeargle

Nickname: N/A

Personality: Ambrosia's puppet.

MovesSoak
SubstituteNasty Plot
TeleportCotton GuardBaton Pass

Other: Smeargle's mutability has allowed Olga her quickly-switching personas, allowing her to adapt to more groups than she would have with a singular mindset.

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Opening Post: An old breeze bustled past Olga's cloak, as she stepped away from the encampment that had served as the host for The Pure Sovereign and her wily ways. She'd told them of all the stories she knew about herself, with the gift of news of movements in the Underground, and was gifted with a fresh set of allies whose names even know tingled at the end of her tongue. There would be more, so many more, but every moment wasted pondering the wind would be a moment lost.

However, as she dangled a piece of jerky between the tips of her fingers and stepped with soft heels across the ruined ground, the great hat that rested upon her golden head tingled ever so slightly. The amethyst eye opened and that was all there was, for her to know of a title spoken many miles away. It was the face of a young woman, this time, seeking knowledge from the Sage of Unknown Reaches. If one wanted knowledge, she was certainly the one to call.

Time was needed, but only a dash of it, and Olga skulked into the nearby shadows to make her disappearance; that jerky would probably be scavenged by somebody sooner or later, perhaps hoping it was something other than human flesh. Not that it bothered her; the constant trickle of energy was more than enough sustenance as it embraced her completely. It was more pleasant than the ongoing teleport, at least, as it tugged unpleasantly at her gut and spat the young teen out at the foot of some field. Regardless, she landed hovering slightly in the air; her cape a shroud that hid the prettier aspects of her attire and her hood casting shadows from which only a pair of lilac eyes peeked.

Regardless, this area would be her theater. Olga raised her hands to her sides and intoned words whispered in her ear by Ambrosia; flicking her wrist slightly here and twisting her fingers slightly there, until she'd weaved a simple tent made from twilight and took herself a seat on one of the conjured stools; the other one sitting opposite her, as she stared at the door in wait of her visitor.

@Lilizuki: Guess who's approved? You are! If you need any help getting adjusted to things, you know where to find me—Or perhaps you could ask here. I'm sure the others would be glad to help out or give feed back or participate in stuff and whatnot. Though I have the strangest feeling Arcea will be meeting your character soon enough.

It can be used to transport multiple people and objects, but it requires physical contact with the user (some of my earlier posts in the first couple pages show this clearly, using a Kirlia wielder); a hand on their shoulder or their hand on yours, or even butting heads the moment the user was supposed to teleport, and you'd go with them. Eye contact at a distance, for example, wouldn't do it. The only way to teleport through indirect contact is having a bridge between the two people, like P1←→P2←P3 (that is, P1 is the teleporter, P2 is touching P1 and P3, but P3 is only touching P2). In this case, all people involved are teleported, and obviously, the more matter moved, the more energy required of the teleporter. There's going to be a limit on how many people can be teleported at once or over a period of time without suffering from fatigue.

It can be used to transport multiple people and objects, but it requires physical contact with the user (some of my earlier posts in the first couple pages show this clearly, using a Kirlia wielder); a hand on their shoulder or their hand on yours, or even butting heads the moment the user was supposed to teleport, and you'd go with them. Eye contact at a distance, for example, wouldn't do it. The only way to teleport through indirect contact is having a bridge between the two people, like P1←→P2←P3 (that is, P1 is the teleporter, P2 is touching P1 and P3, but P3 is only touching P2). In this case, all people involved are teleported, and obviously, the more matter moved, the more energy required of the teleporter. There's going to be a limit on how many people can be teleported at once or over a period of time without suffering from fatigue.

Soooorrryyy... I really new to work on holding off. It doesn't help that I'm online most of the day via mobile, and get notifications when someone posts. Therefor, when I see someone who I am interacting with posted, my initial response is to go post as soon as possible

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Appearance (A picture can be provided instead of a description if you so wish.): Minimum of 3 lines if no picture is provided: Dark blue hair that goes down to his eyebrows, usually swept to the side of his head. About 2 1/2 metres tall. Wears a short sleeved black top and a yellow body warmer over the top. Wears brown pants and high top shoes.

Personality (How does your character act and react to others? Their mental state? Flaws and/or personal weaknesses?): Likes to keep clean even when the state of things is a discrase. Prefers to be with someone then by himself. He is quite shy and doesn't talk often. He has never been encountered with pokemon before so he has no idea what they were like and doesn't understand why things can't just go back to normal. He doesn't like the sound of finger nails on a blackboard and cringes when someone jabs him in the side of his stomach. He tries to help even when he can do no more, and doesn't like being ordered around, although he willingly does it because he has no self confidence to stand up to whoever orders him around. He feels intimidated by bossy or confident people, or other males apart from his friends, and takes some time to get used to people. He gets along better with girls

History (Where did your character grow up? Who did they grow up with? What have the been doing before this? Any noteworthy events?): Once had an encounter a ghost of a mysterious bird. His mum and dad split up and he never saw them but has allways lived with his uncle in eterna before being escorted to Hearthome. He originally lived in Jhoto's Cianwood city but things there were worse than they are in Sinnoh so he and his uncle moved away to Sinnoh, only to find that Sinnoh was worse. With no boats going back to Jhoto anymore, Nath and is uncle were forced to live in eterna untill the seperation when he was only 7 years old. Ever since he has been forced to work by a secret underground company called 'The power force' who dig up coal to make power in order to survive winter and cold nights, and also to grow food.

Pokéspirit (No legendaries. Alternate color schemes are allowed.)
Species: noctowl with red tips fur at the top of its L horn 'things'

Nickname (Optional):

Personality (Can be as short or long as you want): Is calm and caring. Likes to calm Nath down when he isn't feeling well. It gets agitated when threatened or sees other flying type spirits

Moves (Maximum of 6. TM and egg moves are allowed. These are the moves your character gets when they fuse): psychic, shadow ball, hypnosis, reflect, energy ball, roost

Other (Optional): This is where you put any unique traits, quirks, or additional powers your pokespirit may give your character. If they're based on quirks or abilities the original pokemon had, you have a high probability of being accepted : Heat sensor vision.

Opening Post (This will be what we use to determine whether your writing skills are good enough. If accepted, you may feel free to copy paste your post here into the IC thread.): I would recommend a minimum of 8 lines and a maximum of 20, but it's your choice.
Nath opened his eyes and looked into the damp air. It had been another long night of pondering and guessing on what his future would truly be like. He stared at a dirt wall in which he slept in and looked around the underground ruins. There was one things he knew, and the only reason he kept on living, and that was the hope that he would one day see see sunlight once more. He was surprised no-one had come to wake him up already. Surely the guards knew what time it was? It was apparent to Nath that it was certainly daytime, for all his weariness from work had faded away like pouring thin mud into deep holes for a bath. No guards? No work? Just silence. Getting up he noticed the floor had cracked, and was badly damaged. Having no clue on what was going on, he peered out the hole that was between him and work. No-one could be seen, only more cracks in the ground that widened and shortened in a DNA-like pattern, only much more jagged.

He climbed out the hole and landed on his feet, slightly shaking the ground as his feet pounded against the floor. This is new he thought as bits of rock crumbled from above his filth ridden head. He had not been aware that anything like this had happened during his long slumber, and was cautious and wary wherever he went. Acting upon those statements, he slowly walked down the tunnel, checking every nook and cranny for any clues of what was happening. His only clue was a broken pick axe which stated the name, Flora Newbore, a girls name surely. Nath had no memory of this girl working in the mines, so he kept in mind the name of the girl. He carried on walking

A sudden shiver overcome Nath, along with the sound of crying. At this point in time, Nath was completely freaked out and didn't want to move at all. He didn't want too, but something else did... He backed away from the source of the sound slowly, only to find that whoever it was crying didn't like that at all, and let out a loud screech. With a gust Nath flew back against the wall behind him, and started to panic. Whatever it was, it didn't want him to leave or come closer but Nath was too freaked to move anyways. After regaining mobility he stumbled and muttered as he tried to find the exit to these ever-twining cave routes. It didn't matter to him what direction to take, he just had to chose the way he didn't come from and surely he could leave and see day light? right?

At first, luck seemed to be on Nath's side, as the route he took linked to the public underground area of the whole of Sinnoh, better yet, he was still in Hearthome. That luck seemed to just disappear when dozens of bird ghosts surrounded him, screaming and yelling out his name in a bird type of way. They spiraled him and teased him as he tried to escape the horror he was currently in. There was no escape. Nath fell to is knees and covered his ears. He could see all the walls cracking with every sound wave the ghosts produced. Nath couldn't move, he was paralyzed with fear. Until a miracle happened. The birds were swished away and turned into nothing more than dust and another similar bird came forth to wipe out the remaining specimens. The ghost looked into Nath's eyes before he fainted, out cold in a collapsing mine shaft

@Crimson0191: Woah. I refreshed from when you first put an app up and found that you've indeed fixed a lot of things. There are some grammar issues, but I think we can overlook that. The extremely big issue remaining however is actually a new one. Animals don't exist. Pokemon are the animals of the pokemon world, and they're extinct.

That being said, your character has the choice of some sort of vegetarianism or cannibalism as humans are literally the only thing made of meat left. (Vegetarians are more common, but it's very hard to survive on that diet, so they tend to be in rather poor health.)

The one other thing I'd like to mention is that 2.5 meters translates to roughly 8'2'' or 8'3''. That would mean your character suffers from gigantism and dwarfs even the tallest of adults, nearly twice the size of any player characters in the RP currently. Did... you mean to do that? The average adult height is maybe somewhere between 5'8'' feet (1.73 meters) and 6 feet (1.83 meters)

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